Standing in front of the curtain, Jon did not lift it. Instead, he kept tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the song.
Separated by this layer of curtains, whether it was the person behind the curtains or the person outside the curtains who was beating the beat, they all knew the identity of the other party, but no one exposed it at this time.
Alda and Sunny were also standing beside the curtain. Alda tried to lift the curtain, but Sunny knocked on his head. When Alda's eyes were filled with tears, Sunny made a "shhh" gesture.
Jon kept time, humming along to the music. As he hummed, he recalled the time when he taught Angor how to play this song more than ten years ago. Back then, Angor's musical talent was not outstanding. He could not learn it no matter how hard he tried.
Even so, Angor still liked Jon's performance. He liked the bright melody. Whenever he heard the prelude, he felt as if he had returned to the summer when he enjoyed singing and laughing.
Accompanied by the sunlight and the breeze, the song came to an end in the dancing notes.
It was only at this moment that the bright red curtain was pulled open by Sunny and Yada.
A handsome young man with blond hair was sitting in front of a black piano. His back was straight but not stiff. He sat down gracefully and elegantly. His long fingers were resting on the black-and-white keyboard. His knuckles were clearly defined.
Perhaps he sensed the curtain being opened, so the young man turned his head slightly. His blue eyes seemed to be glowing.
Jon looked at the young man and suddenly laughed.
So this is Angor.
He had simulated Angor's grown-up appearance countless times in his dreams. But when he saw Angor in person, he felt that all those images were blurry. Only the person in front of him became clear.
As Jon smiled, he suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes. The little guy from back then had now grown up. Indeed, he was as handsome and elegant as he had expected.
Angor stood up and bowed to Jon in a noble manner. "Mister Jon."
Jon nodded. He knew he would see Angor here, but he still could not hold back his excitement. He could not speak for a long time.
When Jon calmed down, he noticed that everyone except him and Angor had left the Ocean Theater.
"Sunny and Alda. I asked them to wait outside," Angor explained in a low voice.
He wanted to rub Angor's hair like he used to when Angor was little. But when he got closer, he realized that Angor's head had grown so much that he had to reach out his hand to touch Angor's face. Chown retracted his hand and patted Angor's shoulder. He sighed with emotion.
"I didn't expect you to look like Old Padt after you've grown up. But your eyes and brows still look like your mother's." Jon paused. "You're growing fast, aren't you? You're almost 1.9 meters now, right? That's right, your brother is also tall, but four years ago, he was much more burly than you. I didn't expect you to be thinner than him now. "
"I admit that I'm thin, but I don't admit that I'm weak." Angor grinned, revealing a row of shiny white teeth. "I'll ask my brother to come to see you one day. I'll fight with him, and you'll know."
"You're a wizard now, and you still want to bully your brother?"
"I've never bullied him. Besides, he's going to become a supernatural soon. Speaking of which, he's probably a Bloodline Wizard," Angor muttered. He muttered to himself, "I need to fight him before he learns the technique. That way, I won't lose in close combat."
"Alright, enough with the mumbling. Don't bring Leon here. We can let him in when we're done dealing with the outside world. " Jon knew that Padt Manor wasn't as simple as it used to be. After all, there was still a wizard in the manor.
What Jon didn't know was that Thewis had returned to Padt Manor as well.
Thewis was Leon's teacher, and Angor needed to consider many things before bringing Leon into the dream wasteland.
"I understand." Angor nodded. "Speaking of which, the piano piece I played just now should be better than before, right?"
Jon nodded. "Yes, but there are still some flaws. I can show you if I can. "Jon paused for a moment.
Angor considered for a moment before saying, "You can try jumping, sir."
Jon didn't know what Angor meant, but he still jumped a little out of instinct. Jon seemed to understand something when he jumped up and landed on the ground with ease.
"You look exactly the same as you did in real life. But you're not weak at all. You're at the same level as everyone else in Foundation City, "Angor explained.
Jon hesitated for a moment before sitting down in front of the piano.
As his wrinkled hands touched the keys, a series of beautiful music notes were heard.
Sunny, who was standing at the entrance of the theater, suddenly stopped and looked at the main hall.
Alda also looked over. "It's' That Summer 'again. But this time, it's much better. It's like seeing the sun again."
"Is that a great musician?" It was unknown when Rabu had appeared at the entrance of the Ocean Theater. He asked Sunny, "Who is playing inside? This level of skill is simply too amazing. "
"Why are you here again?" Sunny grumbled.
Rab chuckled. "Foundation City isn't that big. I just wandered around a bit and found my way here. Don't tell me the person playing the piano is the old man from earlier … Ahem, Grandpa? "
"Who knows?" Sunny shrugged.
…
Angor spent most of the afternoon with Jon, telling him about the rules of the dream wasteland as well as some strange things about the wizarding world.
He wasn't too worried about Jon's condition. With Freud's care and the social structure of Firstheart slowly improving, Jon should be able to adapt to life there soon enough.
After waking up, Angor sat down in front of his desk to think about something.
Since Jon seemed to be doing well in the dream wasteland, it was time to think about how to treat his body.
Jon's only option was to become a Dream Citizen and live in the dream wasteland. If Jon's body could still be saved, Angor hoped that Jon could survive the ordeal.
However, it seemed that it was impossible for him to save Chown's body now. Even Eureka and Thewis didn't know what to do. Angor wondered if he should tell the others about Jon's condition.
Earlier, Thewis suggested that he ask Mithra for help. Mithra was a Master Apothecary, after all, and he might have a way to save Jon.
Apart from why Thewis changed his attitude toward Jon, Angor had already considered the suggestion seriously.
He already had a way to save Jon's body. If his physical body could be saved, it would be a good thing. In the worst case scenario, Jon's identity would be exposed.
However, Eureka and Thewis were already aware of Jon's true identity.
As for the so-called secret, it was still a secret if only one person knew about it. However, if two or three people knew about it, even if it wasn't to the extent that everyone knew about it, the secret could no longer be hidden.
He might as well take the risk.
Still, he didn't want to make a rash decision. He still needed to seek Jon's approval before he could carry out the plan. Previously, he had talked to Chown about this topic, but Chown had thought about it too much and rejected it.
Now that Jon was allowed to live in Foundation City for the time being, Angor wondered if Jon would change his mind.
He didn't enter the dream wasteland to ask for Jon's opinion right away. It was better to let Jon familiarize himself with life in Foundation City first.
Angor checked the time. It was three in the afternoon, so he decided to meditate first.
Time slowly passed. Angor opened his eyes at half-past six in the evening. He checked his mana pool and fell into deep thought.
As the projected bloodline in his body grew stronger, his meditation became even more efficient.
He thought it would take him one or two weeks to become a top-level apprentice. But now, it would only take him three days to digest the new bloodline.
Angor wasn't sure if he should be happy or worried. He was glad that he would be able to fuse with his new authority in three days. But he was worried that he was progressing too fast. He didn't have any major problems yet, but he still had other concerns, such as a weak foundation.
Angor sighed. "I guess I'll just have to take it one step at a time."
He stood up and opened the door to his room.
Auri was standing outside with a parchment scroll in her hand.
Angor already sensed Auri's presence when he finished his meditation.
"Yes?" Angor asked.
"Young master, Lord Viscount has woken up. Head maid Mana asked me to inform you." Auri handed the scroll to Angor. "Mister Brulee gave this to me. She said you're still meditating, and I'll give it to you when Mister Viscount comes out."
Angor nodded. "I see. I'll be right there."
Before heading to Leon's room, Angor opened the scroll and saw a concept design for a monocle. It looked exactly like Brulee's monocle, which was probably made by Eureka.
There was also a line of words below it: "Brulee's monocle was originally enchanted with Eagle Eye and Energy Perception."
Which meant he was going to make a monocle that could improve his eyesight and perception? Angor considered for a moment. It wasn't a difficult task. He just needed to create an alchemy structure with a complex rune.
By the time he was done simulating the structure of the monocle in his mind, he had already arrived at Leon's room.
The door was open.
The first thing he saw was not Leon. Instead, he saw a bright red figure.
A two-headed dog with red hair was standing on the balcony, looking down at Leon who was lying on the bed with an awe-inspiring posture.
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